Fyodor would be sitting on a chair, looking at his kid with clear annoyance, he raised the cup of black coffee to his mouth while mumbling to himself

—"For the love of god, just calm down for a second. Can you not get your clothes dirty for even a minute?..."

He would take another sip from his coffee, watching his son with an annoyed and tired look, he would pinch the bridge of his nose as he sighed softly